Chapter 63
The emptiness after ecstasy was like morning frost and cold mist—wrapped in gentleness, it would completely vanish without trace the moment dawn faintly brightened.
What exactly is going on?
This kind of pleasure, this unprecedented sense of fullness…
It feels like I've become even more complete—as a person, a real, true human being.
When Denji thought of this, he heard Senkoku Sumina's words.
"Eighty years old," "remember," "ripe fruit"…
A sudden insight flashed through his mind. With a flick of his wrist, a serum appeared out of thin air in his palm.
"Evolution Serum" (near-limit perfection)
Denji sat up and poured the entire dose into his mouth, holding it there.
Gulp Gulp
He closed his eyes and carefully sensed it. This wasn't tasting—it was analyzing. He even controlled a portion of the flesh in his oral cavity to try absorbing and breaking it down, so he could parse it more thoroughly.
This wasn't out of fear the serum was poisonous—he was testing its exact effects, whether it was suitable for "ordinary people."
The test results were completely fine.
He saw Sumina also curiously sit up and look at him.
He reached out, tapped her lip with a finger, then pointed to his own mouth.
While pointing at his own mouth, he activated "Cut"—completely shredding and mixing the portion of flesh that had absorbed the serum…
Sumina couldn't see any of that; she simply thought this was one of Denji's cute flirting tricks~
He actually wants me to drink from his mouth—so naughty… but… I like it~
She gave a symbolic shy smile, then eagerly leaned in.
"Ah~"
She draped herself over Denji, tilting her head back like a devout believer begging for the divine nectar from her god…
But the god—Denji—directly "bit" down.
The evolution serum mixed with Denji's own blood was forcibly passed into Sumina's mouth, sliding down her throat into her body.
Before Sumina could even realize what had happened—or what she had just swallowed—Denji already pulled her into his arms and forcefully began round two!
...
In the midst of this fierce collision, Denji could even spare part of his mind to meticulously analyze the serum's effects—
This truly was a well-deserved "evolution."
Sumina's body was being rewritten from the deepest genetic code level; her soul was sublimated by the evolution of her flesh, and her spirit underwent a newborn transformation.
And the most important point was the growth and change of emotional power.
For the world—at least for Hell—human emotions operate by reverse addition and subtraction: positive emotions weaken devil power, negative emotions strengthen it.
But now, Sumina alone possessed spiritual power comparable to thousands upon thousands of ordinary people.
Yet there was no need to worry that her existence would attract more devils—because her emotions had become far more internalized.
Whether joy or sorrow, all emotions were converted into nourishment and power, then completely integrated into her body.
Moreover, this special power was constantly guiding and urging the birth of a certain very particular, brand-new "organ" within her.
This organ seemed to exist in another dimension, yet it somehow connected to her body and soul in a way difficult to comprehend.
As for its function—it was roughly similar to a cultivation dantian/qi sea, a magical circuit, a xianxia origin small world, a western fantasy chakra/magic core, a sci-fi energy furnace, a gene lock, a mysterious pollution source, or an Old One seal.
It served both as a container for storing this special emotional power and—through the unique sigils engraved upon it—granted the host transcendent abilities…
So that's how it is?
"Zombies" also represent one of the apocalyptic dead-ends of human science.
Conversely—this could become the "evolution" that brings new life to humanity.
Excellent. It will definitely help me complete a more perfect "new world"!
That day won't be long now—Pochita, Power, Nayuta, little Koharu, Reze, Asa Mitaka, Yoru…
...
Round two ended. Completely exhausted, Sumina had already passed out from the intensity.
Denji raised his hand and lightly tapped her forehead with a fingertip.
"Non-Stain."
In an instant, clear and turbid energies perfectly separated; Sumina's entire body was instantly restored to pristine cleanliness. Denji casually dressed her again.
But… what next?
He probably couldn't bring Power to the welcome party—after all, he had promised Makima a date tonight.
He could skip it, but it didn't feel necessary.
Otherwise it would look like I'm afraid of her!
The me now is no longer that clueless, ignorant boy from before!
I'm now a complete, mature adult!
A mere little Makima—wouldn't she be effortlessly played with in my hands, twisted and flattened however I like!
Heh heh~
Denji smiled smugly to himself.
Just imagining that outwardly prim-and-proper Makima—who in reality was nothing but a little virgin—trying to seduce him with a mature-woman act, only to be counter-killed by his greater experience, made him feel insanely good!
Makima-san, you never thought you'd see this day, did you?!
Kekeke~
Oh right—what to do with Sumina?
Hm… leave her home address?
Nah, too troublesome. Anyway, this "Source of Evolution" will keep a special connection for me—I can sense her information and status anytime. So this is fine for now.
Thus, Denji only left a simple note, then hurried off to the next thing…
My god, Denji has become quite the busy man.
Walking out of the bookstore, Denji took one step into the sky and expanded the "Eternal Domain" to its maximum perception range.
Scan, identify, lock targets.
"Royal Blood Handle · True Blood Devil Form"
In a single instant, the "Eternal Domain" shrank back to a spherical space centered on himself with a five-meter radius.
He raised his hand, calculated, formed a sword seal.
Blood-colored ripples spread outward from the space behind him; from the flowing waves of blood extended countless "blood blades" each imbued with the concept of weaponry.
He didn't actually need that many—it was just that Denji thought it looked cool, so he made "a few" extra.
Only nine were fired—and in this area, virtually all relatively active devils had already vanished.
"Go, Pochita."
The Hellhound followed the scent of blood and devils, found the remains of those nine, and devoured them one by one.
Aside from various fragmented, incomplete abilities, the only one barely worth Denji's notice was this:
God Tongue (Fragment: "Vibration Frequency," "Proportional Length"): Your tongue's vibration frequency and proportional length will achieve limit-breaking evolution, allowing free use of God Tongue's "Vibration" and "Lengthening" powers.
"…"
Looks like I'm walking further and further down the "invincible" path in the inner world.
This thing was probably obtained from the Chameleon Devil—its effect feels kinda weird, but it does point toward an interesting direction.
So they're using fragments like this to form the conditions for "god"?
What kind of god is it here anyway?
The ultimate lifeform that comprehensively fuses every characteristic from nature?
For now—unknown…
I'll think about the rest later. Right now I should focus on how to handle tonight's date.
Not cool—how did it get this late already?
He glanced at the time—at this hour, the welcome party has probably already started.
Tch, annoying feeling.
Anyway, since I didn't bring Power or little Koharu, I might as well skip it too. Not like I know anyone there well.
"Hm… what should I eat tonight? I'll just message Makima later—tell her to come find me after the welcome party ends.
Though… ambushing her sounds kinda fun too. Catch her completely off guard. Hehe~"
Denji pondered tonight's plan as his gradually receding figure slowly disappeared under the flickering streetlights…
In the dark corner beneath the streetlamp lay the corpses of countless tiny "surveillers"… Denji would never forget them.
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